CLINTON PERVERSIONS ARE BEYOND BELIEF!

Bill Clinton 1982 at a county fair in Berryville, Arkansas close proximity to the CIA Near Death Trauma Center (aka slave conditioning and programming camp) and drug distribution point at Swiss Villa in Lampe, Missouri. Cathy O’Brien had just endured intense physical and psychological trauma and programming at Center. Clinton was not only well aware of the mind-control tortures and criminal covert activities proliferating in Arkansas and the neighboring state of Missouri, but he condoned them! I knew from experience that Clinton’s Arkansas criminal covert operations meshed with the Lampe, Missouri center where he routinely tended business and claimed to “vacation,” staying in the compound’s resort villas.

Clinton talked to Alex Houston about “his people” (CIA Operatives) dual purpose of entertaining and carrying our specific covert drug operations. Their aspirations were international in proportion, not American and members/operatives were often drawn from the Council on Foreign Relations and other elitist groups.

Bill Clinton = Like George Bush was an active member of the CFR, Bilderbergers, and Tri-Lateral Commission. And Clinton was being groomed and prepared to fill the role of President under the guise of a Democrat = Clinton showed great knowledge of the New World Order and professed loyalties.

1983 Alex Houston took me to Lampe performance by Bill Clinton’s and George HW Bush’s friends Lee Greenwood and CIA operative, slave runner, and country music singer Tommy Overstreet, both active in CIA COMPOUNDS in Lampe, Missouri and Lake/Mount Shasta, California.

Houston, always eager to make an extra penny prostituted me to Greenwood, “She’s the real performer,” Houston said. “She performs all kinds of sex acts upon command. For a small price, she’s yours.” Greenwood began expertly accessing my sex programming and told the others in the room, “You all can come and go as you please, but I’ve been made an offer that I am going to use.” He ordered me to undress and bend over the desk where he roughly sodomized me as he said, “You’re going to think it’s daddy all over again”. When Greenwood was through with me, I was ordered out into the amphitheater concert area.

Clinton wearing a cap that read “Diesel Trainer” smiled and said “Actually it means I check cabooses. How’s yours?” And Greenwood and Clinton laughed. “Well, come on in,” Houston invited. “I have enough (cocaine) to put us all into orbit.” I walked into the dressing room with them as Houston was saying to Clinton, “I suppose there are no limits for you since you’re across the (stale) line.” Clinton walked over to the table and snorted a line of cocaine. “I come here to get away from it all. This kind of business is pleasure.”

I later realized Bill Clinton was/is bisexual and my personal sexual experience with Clinton was limited, but I had witnessed him engaged in homosexual activity during an orgy at Swiss Villa.

NOTE: The pedophilia of GHW Bush and Clinton-Podesta tie in with these perversions

We attended a private meeting at the mansion of Clinton’s bisexual friend and supporter Bill Hall, Hall had reportedly made his fortune in the pre-fabricated log home business. The Clintons had toddler Chelsea with them to attend the meeting. We all sat in Hall’s sunken living room on two couches facing each other with a black mirror coffee table between us. Hall had cut numerous lines of cocaine on the table, and everyone present—including Bill Clinton—was inhaling it through $50 bills rolled into straws. The conversation ranged from CIA, drugs, and politics to the Swiss Villa Amphitheatre and country music. At that time, a major effort was underway to move Nashville, Tennessee’s country music industry to the Lampe area (it has since literally moved to nearby Branson), in closer proximity to the CIA cocaine operations that leached the industry. Overstreet discussed the viability of using Hall’s own company trucks to transport the drugs throughout Atlanta, Georgia; Louisville, Kentucky; and Jacksonville, Florida as well as Nashville, Tennessee and Lampe, Missouri. These key CIA cocaine routes coincided with Hall’s established truck routes, according to the insiders present at the meeting. Hall was being offered the “opportunity of a lifetime” as his role would also include laundering money through his business to fund the black budget covert operations. Hall appeared nervous and skeptical, and Clinton and Overstreet attempted to maintain a “light” atmosphere by joking that Hall could change the name of his trucking line to “CLINTON COKE LINES”.

Hall was not convinced and began to raise questions as to the longevity of the operation and how he was going to protect himself. Although Hall was very adept at the cocaine business, he voiced concern that he found it easier to trust those who were not with the CIA operations than he did U.S. government protected participants. Clinton reassured him that it was “Reagan’s operation,” but Hall was concerned that some faction of the government would “shut it down like a sting operation” without warning and leave him literally holding the bag, Houston laughed and explained that “no one was going to cut it (the drug business) off.” He assured them it was far too lucrative and that there would “always be a market” for drugs-a market controlled by those criminals implementing their New World Order (British Rothschilds Mafia has been doing it 300 years). Houston said, “Bottom line is, we’ve got control of the (drug) industry, therefore we’ve got control of them (suppliers and buyers). You control the guy underneath ya’ and Uncle (Sam) has ya’ covered. What have ya’ got to lose? No risk. No one’s gonna hang ya’ out to dry. And whatever spills off the truck as it passes through (he laughed and snorted another line of coke) you get to clean up.” Clinton gestured to me and told Houston, “Get her out of here”. Houston didn’t move and laughed. “She’s a Presidential Model. She’s kept secrets bigger than yours.” Clinton responded, “I don’t care. Get her the fuck out of here,” Hall’s wife led me away and locked me in a back bedroom. After an indeterminate period of time, I heard her telephone Hillary at the guest villa.

Hall’s wife then drove me up the mountain through the dark to meet with Hillary, who I had previously met but I was still dazed and entranced from the tortures I had endured at the CIA Near Death Trauma Center in Lampe. Hillary knew I was a mind-controlled slave, and, like Bill Clinton, just took it in stride as a “normal” part of life in politics,

Hillary was fully clothed and stretched out on the bed sleeping when Hall’s wife and I arrived. “Hillary, I brought you something you’ll really enjoy. Kind of an unexpected surprise. Bill ordered her out of the meeting and I took her to my bedroom and made an interesting discovery. She is literally a two-faced (referring to my vaginal mutilation carving) bitch,”

“Hmm?” Hillary said as she opened her eyes and roused herself “Show me.” And Hall’s wife ordered me to take my clothes off while Hillary watched. “Is she clean?” Hillary asked, meaning disease free.

“Of course, she’s Byrd’s,” she responded, continuing the conversation as though I were not there, “Plus, I heard Houston say something about her being a Presidential Model, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.” “It means she’s clean,” Hillary said matter-of-factly as she stood up.

I was not capable of giving thought to such things back then, but I am aware in retrospect that all Presidential Model slaves I knew seemed to have an immunity to social diseases. It was a well-known fact in the circles I was sexually passed around in that government level mind-controlled sex slaves were “clean” to the degree that none of my abusers took precautions such as wearing condoms.

Hall’s wife patted the bed and instructed me to display the mutilation. Hillary exclaimed, “God!” and immediately began performing oral sex on me.

Apparently aroused by the carving in my vagina, Hillary stood up and quickly peeled out of her matronly nylon panties and pantyhose. Uninhibited despite a long day in the hot sun, she gasped, “Eat me, oh, god, eat me now”. I had no choice but to comply with her orders, and Bill Hall’s wife made no move to join me in my distasteful task. Hillary had resumed examining my hideous mutilation and performing oral sex on me when Bill Clinton walked in. Hillary lifted her head to ask, “How’d it go?” Clinton appeared totally unaffected by what he walked into, tossed his jacket on a chair and said, “It’s official. I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed.”

I put my clothes on as ordered, and Hall’s wife drove me back down to the mansion where Houston was waiting for me. The meeting apparently had been a success. I heard discussions throughout the remaining years between Houston, his agent Reggie MacLaughlin, and Loretta Lynn’s handler, Ken Riley pertaining to Hall’s successful branch of the CIA cocaine operation emanating from Arkansas, No discussions were as poignant and revealing as those between Alex Houston and CIA operative country music entertainer Boxcar Willie.

Boxcar Willie = Was one of the primary ground level contacts that Bill Hall made after Clinton convinced him to cash in on the cocaine benefits of the country music industry transfer. Boxcar Willie as one of her primary sexual abusers in three different mental institutions.